But on the further side two rooms were lighted, one on the ground floor, one above.
A chatter of excited voices came from the lower windows; and Tinker came to within ten yards of it, and looked in through the heavy bars.
Three men were dining at the table: a freckled redheaded man with the high cheekbones of the Scot, a dissipated young Italian of a most romantic air, and a small, round, vivacious man, ineffably French.
"I'm going to marry the girl, say what you will!" the Italian cried.
"Where would your scheme have been without my aid?
Where would you have found a house like this, out of the world, secure from search, in a country where everyone is as silent as the grave in my interests ?" "Pardon, my dear Monteleone," said the Frenchman; "_I_ am going to marry the lady.

Without me, there would have been no scheme for you to help.

I made it.

I rank first.

I marry the young lady." "What's all this talk about marrying the girl ?" roared the Scotchman, in French.